'Dirty Girls'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
if I were salaried I'd want my federal holiday, dammit!
yeah. This.
DH lurves Dr. Who. Torchwood is in his out box.
ETA - I am currently taking bets on who resigns first (prior attempts to resign do not count). Me, or my former minion, who is supposed to be replacing me.
You'd think I'd be more excited about working on a world premiere musical.
You'd think I'd be more excited about working on a world premiere musical.
Does that mean you could be visiting NYC in the future?
how many world premiere musicals have you worked on?
You'd think I'd be more excited about working on a world premiere musical.
Eep. Found something to fill in that gaping 3-5 a.m. hole in your schedule?
Hopefully it'll be more pleasant than some of your recent jobs, or at least not take you so far from home.
how many world premiere musicals have you worked on?
A few.
Alan Blumenfeld is in this. I keep seeing him in Heroes.
Does that mean you could be visiting NYC in the future?
I suppose it could happen. This show is at South Coast Repertory and they have had other shows make their way to b'way in the past.
Eep. Found something to fill in that gaping 3-5 a.m. hole in your schedule?
I'm sitting in tech for it right now.
Hopefully it'll be more pleasant than some of your recent jobs, or at least not take you so far from home.
Thankfully it's with a bunch of folks who are good friends and who I love working with, and it's in Costa Mesa, so only 50 miles from home.
Scrappy, I suppose going into the boss' office and saying Get on with it, motherfucker, is Right Out.
Ugh Scrappy, I missed the details, but I'm sorry you're going through crap at work.
The Swiffer that was leaning against the wall in the office fell down, and now the dog is terrified of the evil Swiffer. A couple of weeks ago, we had an incident in which the dog was crying and wouldn't come out of the den, because I had accidentally blocked his way with the scary reusable grocery bag that was big and made a threatening crinkling noise. Poor noodle.